Cornelius Fudge stammers there:

"I can't believe it...... The Dementors of Azkaban have never encountered such a situation......"

“...... Cialis Black is a vicious criminal who once ended thirteen lives in quick succession with a spell......"

“...... I told another minister about this half an hour ago, although I think he must be helpless about it......"

Jon was a little skeptical, though, that Albus Dumbledore wasn't listening.

His eyes were still on the pebbles on the beach, as if they were more attractive than Fudge's chubby face.

"Oh, Dumbledore!" Fudge wailed.

"I'm listening, Connelly!" Professor Dumbledore said gently, "Do you need the teachers and students of Hogwarts to help you capture this fugitive?"

"Not really, Professor Dumbledore!" explained Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, "As you may recall, Sirius Black was sentenced to life in Azkaban. ”

"Yes, I remember it well...... Eleven years ago, it was the evidence I provided to the Ministry of Magic that Blake was the secret keeper of the Potters, which meant that he was the betrayer of the Potters!" Dumbledore's tone did not feel a trace of emotional fluctuations.

"Yes, Blake, the number one henchman of the Mystery, was imprisoned in Azkaban!" Fudge nodded.

"The guards in Azkaban told us that Blake had been talking in his sleep for some time...... He always said the same thing: 'He's at Hogwarts....... He ...... Hogwarts,'" said Lady Amelia Bones with a solemn face:

"Blake is nervous, Professor Dumbledore...... But he was smart enough to escape from Azkaban, something no one had done before. ”

"Unsurprisingly, his target after his escape should be Harry Potter at Hogwarts. He thinks that by killing Mr. Potter, he will put the Mystic back in power, and that the night Mr. Potter stops the Mystery, Black loses everything, and that he has been alone in Azkaban for twelve years, so he has enough time to think about it......"

"A conjecture with some basis...... But Amelia, do I understand that you mean anything else?"

"Yes, Dumbledore!" Fudge took a step forward, "We want to be able to station the Dementors at Hogwarts, so that the Dementors can catch Black trying to break into Hogwarts, and keep the students and teachers safe at the school......"

"Wait, Connelly......" Professor Dumbledore interrupted him dryly, "May I understand that you want one of my students to be used as bait to capture Siris-Black?"

Fudge looked up in embarrassment.

"Dumbledore......" the Minister of Magic said with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"I think I need to ask for the advice of the others, though!" Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, turning his head to look at the boy who was already in theater mode, "Jon, what do you think?"

"Me?" Jon was stunned for a moment, and then felt the eyes of the three "big people" all staring at him.

"Do you think Dementors are allowed to be stationed at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore blinked, "I'd like to ask for your opinion." ”

"I'm ......," Jon stammered, "Professor...... I don't know exactly what a Dementor is, and I don't know Blake very well...... However, if there is a fugitive, they can break into Hogwarts at any time...... It must be reasonable for the Ministry of Magic staff to ask to be stationed in the school......"

......

Dumbledore readily agreed to Fudge's request, after Jon had made this "opinion".

Later, the two high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic invited Dumbledore to inspect Blake's cell and question the guards in Azkaban.

However, Dumbledore decisively refused: "I'm sorry, Connelly, Amelia, I need to see a friend later!"

After a few pleasantries, Jon and Dumbledore were on their way home.

Another long "apparition" was another one, and Jon felt like his reaction might be even more violent than it had just been.

Suppressing his nausea, Jon found them in a not-so-dense wood.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"I'm fine, Professor!" Jon looked up, "I'm a little confused, though, what is a Dementor?"

As much as he could, he made himself appear to be a twelve-year-old boy who didn't know anything about it.

"A creature that robs you of your pleasure and makes you feel fear!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "I hate them...... But let's be honest, they shouldn't affect you much. ”

"Yes......" Jon didn't feel any displeasure in Dumbledore's tone...... He had thought that agreeing to allow the Dementors to enter the campus would disgust Dumbledore.

They began to walk deeper into the woods again.

"But I suggest you learn a little bit how to fight Dementors. As he walked, Dumbledore said, "Your friend, Miss Greengrass, she must be very badly affected by the Dementors!"

"What the hell is going on with Astoria?" Jon asked, concerned.

"I'm sorry, Jon!" Dumbledore shook his head, "But this is a matter of personal privacy, and I have no right to tell you...... I think one day, Miss Greengrass will let you know. ”

"Well, Professor......" Jon sighed, as expected.

"By the way, Professor, where are we now, where are we going?"

"We're in Devon now!" Dumbledore explained, "I'm going to take you to a friend of mine, Nicholas Flamel. ”

Nick Lemay?

Jon couldn't help but blink, the alchemist who made the Philosopher's Stone?

......

A few minutes later, they arrived at their destination.

Dumbledore stopped, and solemnly pulled out his wand...... Then, a flower appeared in his left hand.

They continued to walk forward.

Jon saw a lot of people along the way...... There were at least a few hundred wizards, each of whom was a large handful of age, and like Dumbledore, they all held a bouquet of flowers.

Unlike Dumbledore, however, they did not move on, but instead stopped and bowed their heads in silence.

Finally, they arrived at a tombstone with a few lines engraved on it:

"Buried here are the greatest alchemists in European history, Nicholas Flamel (1325-1993) and his wife Perenal-Flamel (1332-1993).

'Mr. Flammel, with your passing away, there will be no more alchemists. ’

President of the International Pharmaceutical Association, Hector Granger, July 1993. ”